DEC 30 — My uncle talks about forks on the road of his life — and how he taken more than a few wrong turns.

My brother brings back the stories. He’s not an uncle as much as a cousin to my mom, but since she grew up in the home his father, her uncle built, talking about Alangudi in the Sivaganga District would be wrong if not taking in local ways. Continue reading “Just where the buses stop in Alangudi”→

Standing beside the an electronics store staring at rows of television set showing Thor destroying a bridge to his world. Somehow, in an empty mall, it was me and this other dude, with sponge and glass cleaner in hand.

I don’t know where he’ll be tonight, both the cleaner and Thor, but I wager all of us fictional and otherwise will be thinking about the worlds we belong to and want to belong to tonight.

It’s that old chestnut. Year end.

Met two old friends these past days.

My old debate team mate was in town. Teh Tariks and roti canais set the scene as we chatted about the old — us getting wet in Ireland daily as Christmas weather can be trying — and the new, on her settling her children at school and uni, while selling the family home in Seremban, the theme resurfaced. Continue reading “A doubtful case, yes, its unoriginal”→

The last general election — on May 5, 2013 — was alleged as proof of insatiable Chinese community gone amok, but the aspersion was never directed at the dwindling race. It was to the Malays, to suggest, “Hey look, look what they Chinese have done. We are next.”

It was about inflating the bogeyman as a large menacing Zeppelin hovering over the population’s soon to implode sanity, and in reaction hope they ignore a shocking electoral process and result. It worked.

“By stepping aside, they’ll bring veracity to the opinion that their party’s vision and hopes for the country are far greater than any one politician. I’m assuming as progressive parties unyielding to the tyranny of permanency, they’d have that opinion.”

Everything is operating exactly as Mahathir intended it to and now he wants the support of the people with no end game articulated?

When Mahathir loses, as in not heard and his opinions forgotten, the only hurt is his pride. He can always holiday in exotic locations like Zimbabwe to meet old friends, but how about the rest who are asked to join the fight? http://ow.ly/ZhtBR

About this blog

Praba Ganesan is a Hulu Langat lad working in Cheras.
He is part of KUASA which promotes democracy for all, not just the willing.
He runs a small media firm with specialisation in social media in Cheras and was the social media strategist for PKR during the 13th General Election.
He was a sub-editor at the Malaysian Insider.
Former Vice-President of the Victoria Institution Old Boys' Association and pro-tem chair of Balairakyat.
You can contact him via email or IM at prabaganesan@hotmail.com